wealth is the ability to fully experience life

thoreau

i live a strange life in a tiny world. i know there must be many of you out there in similar situations. because you are ill, or disabled, or imprisoned, or in some other way incapacitated, your existence bears little resemblance to the one we are shown on television, in newspapers and magazines.  the common representation of this thing we call ordinary life, the usual description of what is referred to as reality, doesn’t mean much to us.

weird, isn’t it, to feel like a stranger in this world of human beings, despite being human ourselves. the advertisements are what i find most alienating; that glittering world of merchandise and holidays, sandy beaches and blue seas, make up and shampoo and slimming, and endless cars; and always aspiring to be a better, more mainstream version of oneself.